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Cleverly, I wrote 1600 words today, and wound up with a mansucript that was five pages shorter! (Because I got to the end of Ch. 15 and was not yet ready to start Ch. 16, I spent an hour fixing formatting and taking out stray returns and page breaks, as creep into any long manuscript. Also, re-organizing the chapters.

I appear to have approximately ten chapters left to write. This will not actually fit into 75 pages, but I'm okay with that, because the first half of the book has an enormous amount of the characters sitting around explaining the plot theme and their societies to each other, and all that needs to come out.

Also, there are intermittent flashback sequences that may not be staying, and may be getting a lot shorter if they do. Writing this book has been a bit of a drunkard's walk all over, but you know, one still makes it home eventually.


330 / 400 pages. 83% done!

For your delectation, here are the epigraphs.

And, behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not.
And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.
--King James Bible


...in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

 --William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II scene i


As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

--Laurence Binyon, "For The Fallen"


No, 'tis the gradual furnace of the world,
In whose hot air our spirits are upcurl'd
Until they crumble, or else grow like steel--
Which kills in us the bloom, the youth, the spring--
Which leaves the fierce necessity to feel,
But takes away the power--

--Matthew Arnold, Tristram and Iseult


Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;
He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

Job 27:16-17, KJV


The Queen earnestly begged that the blood of her brother might be atoned for by the death of his murderer.

--Lewis Porney, The Prose Tristan, tr. from the medieval French


I must be careful now.  I have such plots--
   Such war plots, peace plots, love plots--every side;
   I cannot go into the bloodless land
   Among the whimpering ghosts.

--W.B. Yeats, Time and the Witch Vivien


What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?

 --William Blake, "The Tyger"


A woman will have her will.

--Anonymous, The Marriage of Sir Gawaine, medieval manuscript


Beyond the limit of their bond, are these,
For Arthur bound them not to singleness.
Brave hearts and clean! and yet--God guide them--young.'

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Merlin and Vivien


...for the deed's sake have I done the deed,
In uttermost obedience to the King.

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Gareth and Lynette


Christ, what a night! how the sleet whips the pane!
What lights will those out to the northward be?

--Matthew Arnold, Tristram and Iseult


The children born of thee are sword and fire,
Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws,

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Guinevere


I lose!  They're loaded dice.  Time always plays
   With loaded dice. 

--W. B. Yeats, Time and the Witch Vivien


The trees grew naked by the way,
And from his ramparts, bleak and gray,
           They heard the Winter call.

--John Grosvenor Wilson, Morgain


"These," he said gravely, "are unpleasant facts; I know it. But then most historical facts are unpleasant."

--Aldous Huxley, Brave New World


Love, that is first and last of all things made,
The light that has the living world for shade

-- Algernon Charles Swinburne, Tristram of Lyonesse


"As quoth the lion to the mouse,"
The man said; "in King Arthur's House
Men are not names of men alone,
But coffers rather of deeds done.

--William Morris, In Arthur's House


He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

Job 41:27, KJV


In the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights.

--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 106


What, love, courage!--Christ! he is so pale.

--Matthew Arnold, Tristram and Iseult


All red with blood the whirling river flows,
The wide plain rings, the dazed air throbs with blows.
Upon us are the chivalry of Rome--
Their spears are down, their steeds are bathed in foam.

--Matthew Arnold, Tristram and Iseult


MIRANDA: O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!

William Shakespeare, The Tempest Act V Scene i


And in the lowest beasts are slaying men,
And in the second men are slaying beasts,
And on the third are warriors, perfect men,
And on the fourth are men with growing wings,

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Holy Grail


There comes no sleep nor any love;

--William Morris, The Chapel in Lyoness


'O true as steel come now and talk with me,
I love to see your step upon the ground

--William Morris, The Defence of Guenevere


Let her pass; it is her place.
Death hath given her this grace.

--Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Elaine and Elaine


Morgen is her
name, and she has learned what usefulness all the
herbs bear so that she may cure sick bodies. Also
that art is known to her by which she can change
shape and cut the air on new wings in the manner of
Dedalus. When she wishes, she is in Brist, Carnot,
or Papie; when she wishes, she glides out of the air
onto your lands.

--Geoffrey of Monmouth, translated by Emily Rebekah Huber, "Avalon"


If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

Job 27:14, KJV


Then was there a maiden in the queen's court that was come of high blood, and she was dumb and never spake word. Right so she came straight into the hall, and went unto Sir Percivale, and took him by the hand and said aloud, that the king and all the knights might hear it: Arise, Sir Percivale, the noble knight and God's knight, and go with me; and so he did.

 --Sir Thomas Mallory, Le Morte d'Arthur, Book 10 Chapter XXIII


'God make thee good as thou art beautiful,'

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Holy Grail


For I remember, as the wind sets low,
How all that peril ended quietly
In a green place where heavy sunflowers blow.

--Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Joyeuse Gard"


And you may go when you will go,
    And I will stay behind.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay, Elaine






--and ye,
What are ye? Galahads?--no, nor Percivales

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Holy Grail

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